"Because when I sit on it, I am seven years old, and she is chopping kothimbir beside me, humming a bhavgeet . You cannot download that. You can only carry it. Or abandon it."

The house was gone. Sold. What remained was a single truckload of juna furniture —a teak wood swing ( jhoola ) that her grandmother had sung on, a rosewood cupboard with a hidden drawer for monsoon sweets, and a low pat (dining table) scarred by decades of thali marks.

But Aarya couldn't click "download" on oblivion.